I took a deep breath, the words I rehearsed a thousand times suddenly feeling foreign on my tongue. "Cherri, I've been meaning to ask for a while now... what are we?" There, I said it. My heart raced as I awaited her answer, every second stretching...
So this chapter gives you a bit of a backstory on Cherri and Izzi's past relationship. I wanted to inform you guys that this chapter is a flashback, and it's not a part of the present story. This backstory isn't canon (obviously) it's just something that I wrote to add depth to Cherri's character.
This is what Izzi (her ex boyfriend) looks like:
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You can see him show up multiple times in the ADDICT music video. Cherri sings about how she used to love him. I looked him up and found out his name so I could use him in this story
The song above (Cherry Bomb by: The Runaways) is going to play in the chapter! I've thought of putting a song in this story, because Hazbin Hotel is a musical and it makes sense to add songs. I wasn't going to do it at first because I thought it might be weird, but I saw earth_angel17 use songs in her story "LOVE ME" it made me feel better about the idea and it made me more confident to actually do it!! :)
(Btw the song has weird moaning in it, we're gonna cut that out and pretend it isn't there 😭)
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(TW: toxic behavior and heartbreak)
Cherri's POV:
My heart pounded in sync with the rumble of the crowd outside the heavy curtain. The backstage area is buzzed with energy, roadies huddled over equipment, conversations from everyone around blended together, and the roar of eager fans grew louder with every passing second.
I could hear snippets of conversations- excited murmurs about the setlist, questions about set times, and the occasional shout of encouragement. It was all a blur of sound and motion.
The anticipation made my fingers tingle, not just from the chill of backstage, but from the electric charge of my upcoming performance. I checked my guitar one last time, its sleek black body glinting under the bright stage lights. The thought of Izzi watching me drove my nerves to a fever pitch.
Izzi was out there, somewhere in the crowd. I could already imagine his proud smile, his eyes locked on my every move. The idea of impressing him tonight added a thrilling edge to my excitement.
The stage manager gave me a nod, and I felt a surge of adrenaline as the curtain began to part. I take a deep breath before running on stage.
I stepped into the spotlight, my electric guitar slung low, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment. The crowd's roar crashed over me like a tidal wave, and the heat from their collective breath reached me even at this distance.
I lifted my chin, wearing the fierce, hardcore expression I'd perfected over countless performances. I raised the microphone to my lips, "ARE YOU FUCKING READY?" I shouted, my voice matching with the confidence that I felt deep inside. I flashed a mischievous grin before turning back to my guitar.
